Poetry Blogs (black humour)
poemagraphic on I never lied in the rose garden. (Cummings and goings) (3 hours ago)
"My how you've grown"
Said the kindly old dear.
"Last time I held you
you burped in my ear.
The truth of the matter
I just have to say
it's been twenty long years
since they put me away.
It's a long stretch of time
which I passed saving stamps
but that's what they gave me
for killing your Gramps.
I know you're an orphan
'cause I poisoned y...
Friday 18th January 2019 9:27 pm
There was a monk
well, a former monk
and he was handing out free cups of tea
As he did he spoke of
and letting go of material possessions.
I took him up on his offer and we conversed
but then he asked me about my job
and I ashamedly admitted that I felt down
I work for a corporation
but he held me in a s...
Sunday 12th June 2016 9:45 pm
weak ankles took me to a clinic
in the nineteen fifties.
Mum worrying enough for us both
low chairs for kids
alice in wonderland
long stinking corridors
the grim reaper in white coat
sun shining through crittall windows
brave new world.
I couldn't speak for fear
they surrounded me like interrogators
that was the nineteen fifties
sixty years later
Sunday 8th May 2016 9:24 pm
They laugh in all the wrong places
turn life into a joke
often the joke is on you
but the laugh is paramount
the humour is gone
but the malady lingers on..
Wednesday 14th October 2015 1:31 pm
Monday 26th January 2015 7:09 pm
It struck me that when I worked with bereavement counsellors some of them seemed just a bit too happy in their work. I speculated on this and wrote it down. This is the result. It bears no resemblance to any indivisual person and is a generalisation of events.
Julie was a voyeur person, a voyeur person, Julie, was she
She'd morbidly watch a train crash ...
Friday 15th January 2010 1:57 pm